| I head home, the halfway point in between progress and alone
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| Forevermore, I am a faded sweatshirt you forgot was hanging on the closet door
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| But it’s the ride, its not the point you end up at, treating everyday like it
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| could be your last
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| One day it will, one day it will, and we’ll all praise you at your funeral for
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| this life you tried to build
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| Spend all my life waiting for a moment to come, to come
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| Walking single file waiting for a moment to come, but it won’t
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| I’m halfway to happy now, and I always mistake it for progress
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| Morning comes, your bed’s a safe place
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| Your eyelids blocking pain but standing in the way
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| Stay off the brink, come whatever may
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| Hope for the best, be okay with anything
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| Lets get a life, allow ourselves to change
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| Don’t be convinced everything will stay the same
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| You’re beaten down, like everyone
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| But can a person make a difference if he never makes a sound?
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| I spend all my life waiting for a moment to come, to come
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| Walking single file waiting for a moment to come, but it won’t
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| I’m halfway to happy now, and I always mistake it for progress
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| For progress, for progress
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| Spend all my life waiting for a moment to come, to come
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| Walking single file waiting for a moment to come, but it won’t
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| We all have to test our will, a trial
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| I’m halfway to happy now, and I always mistake it for progress
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| For progress, for progress, for progress |